The dead certainly had lots of feelings now. Of course, Khrushchev would have had to re-evaluate his statement in light of recent changes. Myriad little stings of a life not so much lived as existed through. It was the living that had to suffer disappointment and the disappointment of their parents. Nikita Khrushchev famously said вЂњThe living will envy the dead.вЂќ He had been talking about the horrors of nuclear war and not the pent up frustrations of a forty something non-writer stuck in So I had a hard time believing that anyone else would like him either.

I just sort of half-assed it through life until one day I woke up, middle aged, working in a comic book store, and realized IвЂ™d just sort of wasted my life. She also said that if I applied myself I could be anything that I wanted to be. My mother used to say that IвЂ™d lose my head if it wasnвЂ™t attached. Which is a decent enough working description of me as a person probably more annoying than clever. The next IвЂ™m talkingДЄbout something that happened in their childhood that only has the thinnest of tangential connections to what had been going on before. One moment the protagonist is in a heap of danger. The narrative voice becomes muddy and confusing. IвЂ™m a writer, though not a very good one. Surely my brain isnвЂ™t the only one that goes to weird places at inappropriate moments? I almost chuckled. ground ChuckвЂ¦ If Chuck had been on fire he would have been a Chuck roast. When I looked back down, the spider was gone. My gaze flicked up briefly when Chuck started screaming.

The dead shuffled right past frozen me and went for the man making all the noise and waving their arms. It was staring at me with those horrible black jewel eyes. The dead were certainly going to kill me. I could just reach out, brush it aside, and I knew that the spider wasnвЂ™t going to kill me. TheyвЂ™re called вЂirrationalвЂ™ fears for a reason. YouвЂ™d think that my brain would give me a break what with the slavering, shuffling, hygene challenged dead bearing down Going to survive the zombie apocalypse, it should have been him.

A kind-hearted loner who had spent his entire life not trusting the government, wearing plaid flannel shirts, and shooting at things.

I envy the dead